I promise I won't be lewd. Again, I'm here to be fun and peaceful.
For centuries men have been preoccupied by the mere possibility of getting women into the bedroom. The ancient Greek play of Aristophanes, Lysistrata, was far ahead of its time on describing how women used sex to rule. Nineteenth century pianist Franz Liszt had women swooning after his performances. Rumour has it that he used his magnetism to score, or at least he could have. Women were understandably attracted to the power exuded by our modern day heroes, like Pres. John F. Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Men don't have to be famous to get some. So why aren't our modern day men getting any? I've narrowed it down to three things based on my experience as a wife for the second time.
1 - Plopping. My husband comes home from work and plops all over the house. He plops on the bed for hours. He plops in front of the t.v. forever. I guess the only place he doesn't plop is in the kitchen. Can a sistah get some help with the chores? I don't ask much, but what about that 10' tall garbage?
2 - Talking. Men talk themselves out of sex more often than not. My husband starts the evening with 'Am I going to get tonite?' 'Will I be getting?' (The noun is missing because English is his second language, but stupidity is universal). Don't ask. Let it flow.
3 - Stalking. Since I take care of my mother's household and mine, I end up washing and ironing every day. I work a job, visit her, and come home at night weighted down with bags and crap. Does my husband help me up the stairs and into the house? Once a month, to his credit, he'll bumb-rush me as I'm exiting my car. He sits down at the end of our street, out of sight, and races into the driveway like a knight. Clearly he wants some, but where are you on the other nights?
Don't get me wrong. There are some things about my husband that are quite endearing. He has a great sense of humour. Infrequently he will prepare food from his native land. He pays bills. But HE SLEEPS PAST NOON ON WEEKENDS when the rest of us are up working inside and outside of the property.
Listen men, sleeping all day is un-American to me. Until I remarried I never knew such people even existed! Get your asses up. Stop asking for sex. Don't plop until you've at least emptied the garbage. And don't stalk us just to get us. Be consistent with your loving care.
The plopping, stalking, talking (AND SLEEPING ALL FREAKIN' DAY) must stop!
For centuries men have been preoccupied by the mere possibility of getting women into the bedroom. The ancient Greek play of Aristophanes, Lysistrata, was far ahead of its time on describing how women used sex to rule. Nineteenth century pianist Franz Liszt had women swooning after his performances. Rumour has it that he used his magnetism to score, or at least he could have. Women were understandably attracted to the power exuded by our modern day heroes, like Pres. John F. Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Men don't have to be famous to get some. So why aren't our modern day men getting any? I've narrowed it down to three things based on my experience as a wife for the second time.
1 - Plopping. My husband comes home from work and plops all over the house. He plops on the bed for hours. He plops in front of the t.v. forever. I guess the only place he doesn't plop is in the kitchen. Can a sistah get some help with the chores? I don't ask much, but what about that 10' tall garbage?
2 - Talking. Men talk themselves out of sex more often than not. My husband starts the evening with 'Am I going to get tonite?' 'Will I be getting?' (The noun is missing because English is his second language, but stupidity is universal). Don't ask. Let it flow.
3 - Stalking. Since I take care of my mother's household and mine, I end up washing and ironing every day. I work a job, visit her, and come home at night weighted down with bags and crap. Does my husband help me up the stairs and into the house? Once a month, to his credit, he'll bumb-rush me as I'm exiting my car. He sits down at the end of our street, out of sight, and races into the driveway like a knight. Clearly he wants some, but where are you on the other nights?
Don't get me wrong. There are some things about my husband that are quite endearing. He has a great sense of humour. Infrequently he will prepare food from his native land. He pays bills. But HE SLEEPS PAST NOON ON WEEKENDS when the rest of us are up working inside and outside of the property.
Listen men, sleeping all day is un-American to me. Until I remarried I never knew such people even existed! Get your asses up. Stop asking for sex. Don't plop until you've at least emptied the garbage. And don't stalk us just to get us. Be consistent with your loving care.
The plopping, stalking, talking (AND SLEEPING ALL FREAKIN' DAY) must stop!
